A Year in the Life Of [006/365] (Smallville // Clark/Lois)

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Title: A Year in the Life Of aka 365 Ways to Say 'I Love You' (006/365)
Author: Krys Yuy
Prompt: #142/cuddle (table HERE; chapter list HERE)
Summary: A year in the life of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Glimpses into the first full year of their lives as a couple - the ups, downs and everything in between. Post-Pandora. A version of Offscreenville. Drabble/ficlet series.
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois
Warning: None.
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 798
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used. This fic is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Notes: Written for ayearinwriting. Success! Made it under the word count. But then fail because of the timing of this drabble. I did so well with posting 4 and 5, too… -grumbles- Anyways, this drabble is for ~*nicole*~! ♥ This is very low-key. I scrapped two other drafts because it just wasn’t working before I decided to do this prompt instead of your other one. :( I’m sorry! My Lois voice was eluding me… -sobs- natty, one of your prompts is up next! ;D
The basketball teams I reference are the actual teams of those fictional cities. (The Vipers were referenced in 3x16 Crisis and I found the Thunder in wiki.) I almost used baseball, and then I realized it’s off-season in January… Anyways, I digress. Enjoy this little slice of life drabble~!


January 6 aka Downtime

“Don’t worry, I didn’t bake it.”

Clark bent his newspaper and looked up to see a smirk teasing the corners of Lois’s mouth. He shook his head, smiling, and tore off a piece of the bear claw she had placed on the coffee table.

“Fresh from the microwave, complete with sticky icing,” she said. She snatched the remote from the top of the television set and sat down next to him.

He popped the piece in his mouth and savored the frosted sugar as it melted on his tongue, swallowing the rest. “Not too hot, not too cold,” he replied. “Just right.”

Lois grinned and then rearranged herself on the couch. The next thing Clark knew, her head was in his lap and she had plucked his copy of the Daily Planet from his hands. Her legs stretched out and she propped her sock-clad feet on the armrest. Clark blinked, but decided he liked this position. He brushed her bangs to the side and she glanced up at him, very much at ease, comfortable in a long sleeved shirt and jeans. She scanned what he had been reading and grimaced.

“Lombard isn’t pulling his punches,” she said, handing the paper back to Clark. She used the remote to turn on the television, putting the volume on low. “Talk about rubbing salt in an open wound.”

He opened it up to the next page, and absentmindedly stroked her hair. “Well, the Thunder played really well last night,” Clark commented, though he wasn’t happy about the Star City basketball team’s win either.

Lois scrunched her nose. “If by playing well, you mean ‘annihilated’ the Vipers, then yeah,” she said, her tone petulant, “they played well.”

Clark gave a sort of half-shrug. “The Vipers will make a comeback,” he replied.

“Oh, they will,” Lois said, as if she could personally see to it that they did. She picked at the fabric of his jeans and flipped through the channels, her cheek perched on his knee so she could see, albeit horizontally.

Clark didn’t even think about it. “Do you want to go to a game this weekend?”

“Yeah?” She turned her head back up to look at him. When he nodded, she smiled. “Sure, sounds like fun.”

It was actually a little awkward, due to his height, but he managed to bend down and kiss her. It helped that Lois lifted her head to meet him halfway, her hand gripping his hair. A murmur of pleasure escaped her throat when he pulled away and he grazed her cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“It’s a date,” he said.

Lois lay back down and tapped his chest with the remote. “Don’t forget to feed Shelby,” she replied wryly.

“Right.” He allowed himself a small wince when she looked back at the television set. How many times had he used that excuse? It was a bad sign if he was starting to lose count.

Shelby decided then to make his presence known with a whimper, nuzzling Lois’s legs. Clark’s fingers trailed through Lois’s hair as she sat up and petted the golden retriever. She scooted closer to Clark, her back hitting his shoulder, and patted the empty spot next to her.

“Up,” Lois said. Shelby obeyed, jumping on the couch. Lois took his face in her hands and rubbed him behind the ears. “Good boy.” She leaned forward and hugged him, her fingers sinking in the softness of his fur. “Where were you, Shelby, huh? I was getting lonely.”

“Is that so?” Clark commented, hiding a smile as he watched the two interact.

“Well, he’s great to cuddle with.” Lois peeked at him from over her shoulder, and he saw the twinkle in her eye. “All nice and warm and affectionate.” Shelby licked her face. She sneezed.

Clark laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her back to his side. She still faced the kitchen, so she had to turn her head to the right to meet his lighthearted expression. Shelby curled up on his end of the couch, resting his head on his paws as he watched his two favorite people stare into each other’s eyes.

“I thought you weren’t one for cuddling,” Clark commented, vaguely wondering what she would do if he pulled on her ponytail holder. He wanted to see her hair tumble out of its restraint.

Lois didn’t say anything. She just adjusted her position so she was shoulder to shoulder with Clark, her legs tucked to the side with her feet almost touching Shelby. Clark’s arm moved from her waist to her shoulder, and his hand rubbed her shirt in small circles. He enjoyed her warmth as she nestled into his side. She lifted the remote.

“So, what do you want to watch?”

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Crossposted to ayearinwriting, clois, cloisfic, svclois, smallville, Divine Intervention.